Icy Heart and Warm Love

Chapter Thirty

Kalda couldn't believe it.

Did she hear him right?

Did Oliver just say that she was his daughter?

Kalda scoffed, not sure if she should run away, yell at him, or slap him and then run off after she yelled at him.

"I don't believe that for one bloody second," she said, faking her most angry British accent that she could just to make him upset.

"But it's true," Oliver tried to say, but Kalda wouldn't let him speak.

"I don't want to hear it," she told him in her normal voice as she stood up. "I dreamt about who my father was like as a kid, how he would act, and you sir, are not him. My father would never kill or eat people for his enjoyment."

"You promised me that you would hear me out," Oliver told her.

"Well, then I guess that I can't keep my promises," Kalda smirked.

"And nor can I," Britain answered, holding a cocked pistol at Oliver.

Oliver put his arms up in surrender, standing up immediately.

"Now, hold it right there, Captain," Oliver chuckled nervously. "I was just leaving, I swear."

"You're messing with the wrong Brit if you think for one second that Kalda is your daughter," Britain glared, "or even mine, for that matter."

"But she is," Oliver pleaded. "You get the good Kalda, the way she is right now, and then I get her Second Player side."

"I don't have a Second Player side," Kalda told him. "My personality is the equilibrium of good and bad."

"She actually is," France agreed. "I've seen it."

"I want you to leave," Britain stated.

"I already was," Oliver smirked, looking at Kalda.

Kalda glared at him, but his smirk didn't falter.

"Good day, love," he winked.

Kalda just rolled her eyes, turning her back on him.

"Well, I'll be off," he announced, and Kalda screamed.

She tackled him to the ground, raising her fist.

"Kalda, don't," Britain told her. "You hurt him, and he'll hurt you."

"He's right, Kalda dearest," Oliver laughed.

Kalda didn't care; she forced him to stand up, but he fought back.

Britain intervened, which was a huge mistake; he got ready to backhand Oliver, but being the sneaky fox that he was, Oliver pushed Kalda in front of him.

Britain didn't see his plan until it was two seconds too late; he backhanded Kalda on accident, and Kalda fell onto her back because of the force.

Everything went dead silent, Kalda holding a hand to the side of her face as she looked at Britain.

"You-you hit me?" she asked in a shaky voice, tears filling her up eyes.

"It was an accident," Britain tried to say. "Oliver made you a shield."

"You promised me that you wouldn't violate me like that," Kalda went on. "I-I have to go."

She stood up, running away from the field.

"Kaldy, wait," Veneziano called to his sister, but Kalda ignored him.

"Go after her, Veneziano," France told his brother.